I love the quote, “It is better to be lucky than good,” and it applied to this shot on more than one level last weekend. I have been frustrated with an inability to capture a really intense lightning storm on film for a number of years. That frustration of course comes with a healthy dose of relief in the fact that I haven’t actually been in a really intense lightning storm. Storm chasers are fascinating people and I have always watched them on The Weather Channel and even wished to be there–that is, until I was actually there.
A few weeks ago while camping in Flagstaff a beautiful monsoon rain rolled in, and I starting taking shots like a college kid on Padre Island for spring break—until lighting struck 100 yards away in an open field. Recovering in the car milliseconds later, I wondered whether I should just leave the camera on the tripod and claim it was stolen or brave the 2.5 foot walk from my car seat to retrieve it. After some intense inner dialogue, I decided to reach for it.
Through my truck’s front windown, I snapped a shot of smoke pouring from the ground where Thor himself sent a bolt intended to strike me dead (at least that is what I believe).
Thinking I had just experienced a once in a lifetime display, I was foolishly caught up in a new storm that presented itself in my backyard last weekend. As I snapped pictures like the one above of the harmless cloud-to-cloud lightning, another bolt, potentially from Zeus himself this time, struck the mountain behind my house. While not as close as before, this was 100 times more intense, and I happened to have the shutter open at the exact time! Not only was the lightning bolt insanely loud and blindingly bright, it actually started a fire on the mountain. Through the pitch black of the storm, a bright orange glow began to grow and spread across the face of the mountain. Luckily, a drenching rain immediately followed the bolt, and the fire was quickly extinguished. All of this happened in a split second, and soon, fear overcame joy as I retreated to the house. As soon as I regained some semplance of composure, I pulled the camera back under the porch and took a few more shots. Here is the bolt that started the blaze and another one that quickly followed:









